~Mosley~
“Bet?” Bethany asks.
Her voice is quiet. She suspects it. All it takes is assuming a dry tone that would make anyone feel stupid.
“Yes, the bet about who would f**k you first. We thought getting you in bed would be a challenge, but here we are. One day of fawning over you, and it opened you right up. Now that it’s done, we just have to decide who won the bet.”
Every word out of my mouth tastes like sawdust.
Unable to bear it anymore, I turn back and see pain on Bethany’s face. Just briefly.
She hides it so fast under the blank, unmoving expression she’s perfected, but I still saw it, and it’s f*****g agony to know she’s hiding her emotions from me right now.
I thought this was the best tactic. Coming clean about the bet and trying to create distance any way I could.
But se
